I've got one for the burial mound: A while back I was vacationing with
my family in the Caribbean... I was about 10-12 years old at the time. I
was really skinny as a kid, rail thin, very weak looking... you get the
idea. Anyway, I'd never really traveled before and I had absolutely no
street smarts whatsoever. One night my family went for an evening boat
ride, and by the time we returned to the dock it was about 10 or 11 at
night. There were no lights on, it was pretty much pitch black.

This particular island (not going to name it for privacy reasons) was
really really impoverished... like as in, people making less than \$1000
a year and living in run down little shacks. I wanted to be the first
one back at the car, so I ran far ahead of the group in basically total
darkness, I turn the corner to the parking lot and as soon as I do, a
man grabs my arm very tightly. I was really confused and couldn't even
see his face because it was so dark but he started asking me "Who drove
you here? Who drove you here? Here, come with me, you're supposed to
come with me. I will drive you." So he starts pulling me toward a van
but right as I start resisting, someone turned the parking lot
floodlights on and the guy looks up, startled, as the rest of my group
came around the corner. He immediately let go of me and tried to play it
cool but was clearly pretty flustered.

That's probably the creepiest thing that's happened to me. I think about
it quite often -- I was so oblivious and naive at the time that I didn't
really realize how sketchy the situation was until years later. If the
group had taken 30 seconds longer to get there, I probably would've
ended up in a really fucked up situation.